Before Di Xiaxia could fathom what was happening, she was ushered to Di Mingzhe’s door by two servants. Her room was not far from Di Mingzhe’s.
The servants politely knocked, "Young Master, Miss Fourth is here."
Di Xiaxia finally reacted, damn, they should have at least let her change her clothes first!
She was just wearing yoga clothes, which were quite revealing!
Just as she was about to scramble back to her room for a jacket, Di Mingzhe opened the door.
He was tall and was looking down at her at the doorway.
Di Xiaxia was awkward.
"Uh, Brother, did you need for sothing?" Di Xiaxia tentatively raised her hand.
"Mhm." Di Mingzhe’s deep and mysterious eyes scanned her from head to toe, then he nodded, "Co in."
With a bitter face, Di Xiaxia had no choice but to nod. She turned to the servant, "Go to my room and fetch my pink jacket."
"Yes." The servant bowed his head and turned to leave.
When Di Xiaxia glanced up, she saw Di Mingzhe standing by his desk, staring at her. His heated gaze made her sowhat nervous.
Quickly averting her gaze, she hobbled into the room.
The the color of Di Mingzhe’s room was black and white. The simple lines gave it sowhat of a traditional, yet grand ambience.
At this mont, his room was filled with the sound of low, hoarse music.
The sound system was embedded in the wall, providing a particularly surround sound effect. It was soft and elegant, but still audible.
Upon listening closely, Di Xiaxia was a bit baffled.
"Do you know what it feels like to miss soone? It’s like drinking a glass of ice-cold water, then weeping hot tears for a very, very long ti..."
Her brother was actually listening to this song? She wanted to ask, but didn’t know how. So, Di Xiaxia gave up on that thought,
She walked over and sat on the spacious couch and finally managed to ask anxiously, "Brother, what did you want to see about?"
Di Mingzhe casually lifted his gaze, "Sit for a while. I’ll talk to you after I’m done with my work."
He switched the music to an elegant saxophone piece while randomly pressing so keys on the music controller on his desk.
The soft music felt incredibly romantic as it swirled around her ears.
Di Xiaxia shivered, the style of the saxophone was too provocative!
However, she didn’t dare voice her thoughts. This was her brother’s territory after all. As long as he was happy, it was all that mattered.
"Oh." Di Xiaxia acknowledged with an ’oh’, nodded her head absentmindedly, and then silently sat on the couch.
Di Mingzhe’s desk was in his bedroom, rather than a separate study, because his bedroom was quite spacious.
The couch that Di Xiaxia was sitting on was quite far from his desk.
The man sitting quietly at the desk seed to be reviewing docunts. His handso features were focused and serious.
There’s a saying that n are most attractive when they’re serious. In Di Mingzhe’s case, he took this saying to the extre.
Seeing him engrossed in his work carried a sort of devastating attraction.
Di Xiaxia sneakily glanced at him for a while. Seeing him genuinely imrsed in his work, she decided to quietly lean against the couch and lowered her gaze.
Di Mingzhe suddenly raised his eyes to glance at her, his long fingers tightening.
Di Xiaxia was beautiful.
Her long black hair almost reached her waist, softly flowing down, giving her an innocent appeal.
Di Mingzhe felt slightly annoyed. He couldn’t help but pick up his tea and take a sip.
The servant brought Di Xiaxia’s jacket, she was about to put it on when Di Mingzhe raised his gaze and said casually, "Aren’t you hot?"
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